My downfall in life was always my involvement with women. It started with puberty, which I hit about eleven, and I developed much faster than my classmates. Until then, growing up in a fatherless home, I was constantly exposed to both my mom and my sister, walking around the house naked, or in panties. Still, it seemed not to interest me at all. That was until one hot summer night, when my sister and I were being baby-sat by my sexy 18 year old cousin Sandi.

My sister Tara was 15 and had a cute little figure, but Sandi had inherited my Aunt Pat’s curvy figure, without the middle age belly, and with her pale skin and dark hair, she was a teenage fantasy. Southern nights before the air conditioning were not the time for modesty, and the girls were both walking around in their underwear, braless beneath clingy t-shirts, while I wore only a t-shirt and some tighty-whiteies.

“Let’s go in my room and listen to some music,” said Tara, and we all trooped in, and climbed in her psychedelic bedspread, with it’s pink fake fur pillows.

“Now David, stay here, and we’ll be right back,” said Sandi, with a knowing grin at Tara. The girls put a pile of 45’s on the automatic, and I lay back, enjoying the music, and the sweet smells of the bed where their bodies had lain.

When they returned (I suspect now they had been smoking pot, another thing I never knew about til much later), they were giddy, and giggling as they switched off the lights and plugged in my sisters black lights. They were talking about boys, who was sexy and who was not, and who they had made out with. Sandi let her hand rest casually on my naked thigh, and in combination with the dirty talk I began to get an erection, the first one in the company of a female, although I was hoping she wouldn’t notice in the black-lit room.

“C’mon, lets take our shirts off,” said Sandi, it’s hot. I did as I was told, and to my surprise, so did the girls. I let my shirt lay “casually” across my crotch to conceal my condition. It was such a turn on. The girls had been laying out in string bikini’s all summer, so that their naked breasts practically glowed, highlighting my sisters pale, puffy, quarter-sized areolas atop her firm b-cup breasts. My mouth watered involuntarily, but as Sandi turned to me, I felt as if my cock would spilt its skin. Sandi’s heavy d-cups looked like grapefruit hanging on her long slender ribcage, and her dark areola, with their jutting nipples the size of pencil erasers looked so perfect I could hardly resist leaning forward to suck them.

“Look at him. He knows what’s good,” said Sandi’s with a laugh swinging her dark hair over her shoulder. “ Whose titties are better little guy?”

I wasn’t feeling so little, beneath that t-shirt, and just her question caused a drop of pre-cum to slide into my navel. “ I, uh. They’re uh… you’re both….” I stammered.

“Aww. Poor little guy’s embarrassed aren’t ya?” said Tara “He’s only eleven ya know.”

“More like turned on I’d say,” said Sandi, turning to face me and suddenly snatching away the T-shirt. Her eyes widened, and she gasped.

“Oh my god…” said Sandi, “look at him!” I tried in vain to recover the t-shirt, while stammering apologies. “Shit. That is nothing to apologize for!”

“What ?” said Tara with a giggle, getting on her knees to look .

“Well, I don’t think you can call him your “ little” brother anymore.”

“God David, is that for real?” I looked down to see my tumescent cock, the head poking out past the waist-band of my briefs, so the head lay on my navel. “Let’s see the rest of it!”

The girls dragged me out of my underwear, and Sandi grabbed it first with one hand then both. “ Fuck, he’s bigger than most grown men. This has to be an eight incher.” By the end of the night, both girls had blown me, stroked me, taken my virginity, and taught me how to eat pussy “Cause you have to get a girl ready for a monster like that.” said Sandi.

Well, after that, word quickly circulated in school, and I was banging a different girl every week, sometimes every night of the week. I don’t know how I graduated high school ( I guess I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t fucked the Algebra teacher in finals week.) I continued growing down below until about my senior year, when my erection topped out at a full eleven-inches long, and almost eight inches around. Even in baggy pants, I couldn’t conceal my equipment.

After high school, I went to a local community college, and there I met Julia. It was a match made in heaven. She was a nasty hot redhead, with green eyes, big firm double-d’s and a sex drive equal to mine. She was the first girl not only to take me in her ass, but to have multiple orgasms while I was in there. She loved to blow me, an would do it in parking lots, movie theaters, alleyways, and one memorable time during a concert, in the middle of a standing room only crowd. We quickly became monogamous, and although I worried about getting bored at first, Julia never seemed to run out of ideas. There was nothing she wouldn’t try to get off with me, which led to kinkier and kinkier experiences. We decided to try bondage one night, and I quickly discovered the joy of submission, while she loved to dominate. That first weekend, I remember vividly being tied, spread-eagled in the bed, with her lush red haired pussy smothering me in sweet musk, taking my breath away. I was struggling to breathe, but helpless. My cock, strapped tightly in a leather cock-ring, was enormous, and as I struggled for breath, she deftly pumped her lubricated hands up and down.

“Don’t struggle baby, you know you love it.” she said wickedly. “I can tell by how hard you’re getting.” It was true. She now needed both hands to cup around my swollen glans, and I had never been more turned on in my life. She raised her bottom for one second, allowing me a last gasp of air, and then said, “ Okay baby, you can breathe again when you make me cum.”

I closed my mouth over her clit as she smothered me, sucking and circling, my nose pinched off my her soft ass cheeks. I was struggling like a swimmer trying desperately to reach the surface, my lungs on fire, my heart pounding with effort, as flicked my tongue across her swollen clit . I began to feel a strange sort of tingling euphoria in my whole body, and her hands on my shaft were pumping like a swirl of feathers raining down on my cock, tickling teasing and pleasuring every inch of my thick organ I heard a sound, as if from a mile away, a woman screaming, Julia, shuddering in orgasm, and then, still trapped in her smothering ass and cunt, my cock began to explode as never before. spraying out like a fire hose of jism, roping across her tits, face hair and completely over her head to the wall behind her. She rocked forward slightly so I could catch my breath, then into smothering position again, to help me ride through the continuing waves.” She turned around to sit on my belly and look in my eyes.

“You liked that didn’t you big guy.” Said Julia. I was still speechless, breathless, as she leaned forward, rubbing her huge cum covered tits in my face. From that day forward, our life took on a new direction, with Julia’s dominant nature growing more day by day until straight sex became a rarity, and bondage and service games became our “normal” sex life. One of Julia’s favorite games was one she called, “panty chastity.” In this game, she’d have me don a pair of silky satin “granny panties” worn backwards, so that the narrower front of the panties could be tucked between my ass cheeks like a thong, leaving plenty of extra fabric up-front to encase my fat package. Working quickly, before I could get hard, she would fold my cock in half so that the head was nestled against my balls, and pull the panties back around the whole package like a jock strap. Then, with me constricted, unable to erect, she would encircle the whole thing with a locking leather strap ( she actually used a studded leather cat collar, with a buckle, and enlarged hole in the end, so she could lock the collar to the built in d ring with a small brass padlock.) Once in place, only the key could remove the pouch, and so I remained trapped, as I serviced her orally for hours, before finally getting a chance to cum in bondage at the end of the night. By the time I graduated with a technical degree from State, I though my life was perfect.

Unfortunately for me, it was at this time that Marion, a woman at work, having heard rumors from an old classmate of mine, began to come on to me. She was a sort of plain looking type, dishwater blonde, but her breasts were as superlative as my cock. Each massive globe was as big as her head, like nothing I had seen outside of the porn industry. And she made it clear over time through her flirtations, that she had every intention of taking my mammoth cock between those huge tits. Like I said, women are my weakness, and it wasn’t long until I “worked late” one night, the work being to watch in amazement as she let my huge lubed up cock slide between those mammoth jugs, giving the purple head a loving suck each time it popped out from her cleavage. After our evening fling, my curiosity was satisfied, and although she had been a visual fantasy, she was no match for Julia.

On the other hand Marion was enraptured by my thick meat in my pussy and bothered me constantly for more. “ Please Dave, no one has ever made me cum like that. Please, just one more time. I should have said no. Julia might have found out anyway, but instead, I finally consented, and got caught cheating by my very jealous, and dominant partner, Julia. That was the end of that relationship, and the job, since Marion was my supervisor. I moved on for many years, fucking many more sexy and beautiful women, even threesomes and swinging, but no one could make me cum like Julia. So, in the last week of June 2008, when I found a envelope with her writing in my mailbox, my heart began pounding in my chest. The return address was from a town thirty minutes away, I tore open the envelope, and three items fell to the floor.

The first two were Polaroids, one of my cock in “panty chastity” , another was a close-up of her ass and cunt, as I had so often seen them before they smothered me. The third one was a hand written note that said simply, “Are you busy on the 4th?” and gave a phone number. My hands were shaking as dialed the phone….

“Well, that was quick,” she said, with a chuckle in her voice.

“I… uh..”

“You’re ready for some submission aren’t you slave?”

“Yesss.” I gasped, as her sexy voice coming through the phone sent a shiver down my spine.

“Be at the address on the envelope Friday at 6pm. Do you still have your bondage gear?”

“Yes.”

“Bring it. Bring the letter, and the photos. And slave. Don’t you dare cum til I see you.” The phone clicked, and she was gone.

The work week passed quickly, but the nights were difficult, because I intended to play the game to the hilt, and I followed her directions not to cum, but spent several hours each evening stimulating myself, while looking at the Polaroids, edging until my crotch was soaked in pre cum than leaving it alone for a few minutes. By Friday morning, my balls looked as big as they had ever been. I decided as a treat to Julia, to shave my crotch completely smooth. Looking in the mirror afterwards, it looked as if I had gained another inch in size. I packed all my restraints in a leather valise, along with a toothbrush and deodarant, and started for Julia’s about 4:00pm I had a few minutes to kill, so I stopped and bought a dozen red roses, so I arrived on her doorstep with the roses and the valise.

She swung open the door, and I was treated to a ravishing vision. Julia, in a black leather cupless corset, her perfect d cups jutting out over the top. She wore fishnets and leather boots and a studded leather g string. her red hair was pulled to one side in a leather bound pony tail. Her ice blue eyes lit up at my entrance, but her blood red lips didn’t greet me with a smile. She took the roses and tossed them aside. I reached for her, and instead was slapped , hard across the face with her leather clad hand.

“On your knees little stud-boy. Don’t forget whose in charge here.” Excitement exploded in me, as I saw Julia had become even more dominant in the last few years

I complied and she reached in the bag, withdrawing two leather cuffs which she fastened around my wrists, being sure to tighten and lock each one in place. Then she locked my hands behind my back, and cuffed my ankles as well. “Let’s see if you still remember what to do…” she said, pulling her leather panties aside, and shoving my face roughly into her crotch. There she stood, in the entrance to her apartment, holding onto my hair for balance as she rode through wave after orgasmic wave, until finally she shoved me aside. “Bring the bag,” she said. I struggled to grab the bag with my bound hands and carry it up the staircase to a second floor bedroom, which, like the downstairs of the house, was completely empty of furniture, with the exception of a king size bed, with screw eyes in the posts.

She instructed me to lie down, and locked the cuffs to the posts with chain. “ Now, let’s get you undressed stud,” she said, brandishing scissors. She started from my shirt collar, cutting down each arm and them the front of the shirt, destroying it.

“Hey, I didn’t bring any more clothes.”

“I have what you need,” she said cutting away my jeans, and then taking my breath away as she cut off my boxers, slamming the blades of the scissors hard together for each cut until I lay naked before her. I started to protest, using our old safe word, “rhinocerous” and she laughed. “ That contract expired the day you balled that big titted bimbo. She was a good pussy eater though. I sort of liked having her for a replacement after I kicked your ass out.” She reached into the bag and produced a ball gag .

“ I don’t really feel like hearing you beg, so I guess I’ll have to shut you up.” I closed my mouth in refusal, and her hand flashed down between my legs, slapping my balls. She forced the gag in as I cried out and locked it in place. She then straddled one leg , squatting right on the knee to immobilize it while she uncuffed it and slid the opening of a pair of silk panties around it, relocking the cuff. She did the same, stretching the panties to reach the other leg, them pulled them up over my cock, flaccid due to her attack on my balls, Do you remember “panty-chastity?” slave boy? She worked the panties under my hips, folded my cock in half and locked the collar in place. “Mmmm. Looks like that big boy’s goin’ nowhere fast.”

“ Now, if you’ll be good, I’ll let you make mistress cum again.” I nodded as she unsnapped the ball gag, and lowered her beautiful ass onto my face. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my tongue probed her puckered asshole. “That’s a good boy, “ she said. She bent forward. her firm breasts with their jutting nipples rubbing across my belly , as her red hair spilled agross my thighs and her tongue probed gently all around my bound organ. She mouthed the bulge, making the satin tighten as she licked and sucked, until my cock ached in its constricted position. Meanwhile, I tongued her anus furiously, flickering lightly up her crack then plunging the tip of my tongue into her tight. puckered hole over and over. She sat up, smothering me with her cunt and ass while she fondled the outside of my bound package with her leather gloved hands. Before long she came. clamping down on my face as she shuddered through her orgasm, as I struggled to breathe. My hips were arching futilely into the air, as if my fat member could rip its way through the satin. I felt her spasms subsiding, but still she didn’t raise up. Now I was jerking wildly, convulsing in spasms of excruciating pain, as my body and brain began to shut down due to lack of oxygen. I was dying in her cunt, and in spite of my bondage, my cock was almost cumming, and then nothing….

When I awoke, Julia was sitting at the foot of the bed smoking a joint. I was now in a bondage hood, the kind which closes off all your air, except for one thin straw. She leaned over me as I was exhaling, and covered the tube. I instantly began to struggle as my empty lungs burned for air. “I could kill you with a finger now…” . She took a deep toke, and released the tube, blowing in pot smoke. As soon as I blew it out, she replaced it with more, until I was higher than I ever remembered being. My bound body was helpless, on fire, wild with seven days of unreleased lust.

“You know your problem David. You’d be a decent guy, but your dick keeps getting you in trouble.” She shook her head. “And you’re in trouble now because of it. I knew, all I had to do was make you think you had the possibility of kinky sex with me, and you’d come running. So when I moved in last week, I was planning this evening. I’ve been planning it for a long time.

My eyes opened wide. “Oh you are such a fool, you didn’t even look at postmark on the envelope did you?. I’ll be taking that, and the Polaroid with me. And some new ones besides.” She grabbed a camera from under the bed, and took photos of my bound cock. “You know, landlords are pretty desperate in this part of town I rented this apartment in a wig, with false name and references, and they never checked. Maybe it was the low cut top I wore.” My pulse was racing as I realized that I was led into a trap. Was she going to kill me? “I bought this bed at a garage sale, cash. I even had them drive it over and set it up. So once I’m gone, there’ll be no evidence trail to connect me to this place.”

“So here you are, in my private little dungeon. By the way, word to the wise. Don’t ever give up control to a person you have made as angry as you made me. Your little mistake ruined a happy life, and what’s worse, it took away my favorite cock. And I guess it’s like this. If I can’t have it, nobody can have it. When I climb on the plane this evening, you’ll never find me again. And you’re never gonna be the same.”

Julia propped a couple of pillows under my head. “I want you to see everything, just like I had to see you feeling up that big titted Marion slut in the parking lot at work. Of course, I think this is gonna hurt a little longer than that.”

The first thing I saw was a butcher knife, she brandished in front of my eyes with a smile. She grabbed my package and pulled it away from my body, and held the knife blade against my satin bound manhood. “This is everything that makes you a man, right here.” She jerked suddenly, as if to slice through my cock and balls, and laughed as I winced. She pushed the knife on point into the satin until it penetrated and a felt the scratching of its razor sharp tip as she shredded my panty prison, freeing my big member. She picked up the camera and shot some of my growing erection. She even bent and tickled the underside of my cock with her tongue. With the leather ring still locked tight around its base, my cock was soon unbelievably swollen. She retrieved a ruler. “I’ll take two of these, so we’ll both have something to remember him by. God, almost eleven inches! I think he’s still growing. Too bad he didn’t grow on a nicer guy.” She reached down and hefted my heavy nut sack.

“Well, judging from how heavy your balls are, it looks like you obeyed my order not to cum. I guess I denied you seven good orgasms that you’re never gonna have a chance to have now.” She slapped the flat of the knife blade against my raging cock. “Do you know what Loreena Bobbitt’s mistake was?” I groaned, my eyes silently begging for mercy. “What’s the matter slave. Cunt got your tongue?” She continued.

“Loreena’s mistake was she did too neat a job. She had the right idea. Take the cock, so he can never fuck again, probably never cum again. And no woman would want a dickless man. In fact, without a dick, you won’t even be a man…but you’ll have all the same desires you have now.” Against my will, my cock hardened even more. We had played the Loreena Bobbitt game more than once, and each time the fantasy of knowing I was going to have my final orgasm led to incredibly strong orgasms, almost strong enough to make me pass out. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that this was another game. “But he got his dick back., and I can’t let you do that,” she said sucking the head in between her luscious red lips and swirling her tongue around the purple helmet. Involuntarily, my hips arched against the blade. She held it up and smiled.

“See, the knife didn’t do enough damage. So I thought of something else to try. Something that would ruin your cock forever. And funny enough, I got the right idea when I planned this for July 4th. No. I’m not going to grill it,” she said, ramming the knife into the headboard. “Let’s just say, there’s gonna be some fireworks.”

She reached beneath the bed, and lifted a few items onto the bed. The first was a steel Pie pan, with a hole cut in the center of it. “ Hope I made the hole big enough,” I shook my head vigorously from side to side. “Oh don’t be a baby. This is to protect your balls, I mean we don’t want your horniness to go away now do we. In fact, after tonight, it never will again.” She squeezed the sharp edges roughly down my shaft until the pan sat against my mound, it’s edges disappearing into the flesh at the base of my cock. My huge phallus looked eerily disembodied, extending from the pan as if it was already severed. “And what is July 4th without fireworks,” she said. “Welcome to your new cock ring!”

It was then that I knew there was no turning back. She slid a device made of six M -80 firecrackers arranged in a ring, with a common fuse around the base of my cock. It was the equivalent of strapping a quarter-stick of dynamite around the base of my cock. She lit a cigarette, and walked around the room, packing her purse, the Polaroids, the letter and the ruler. Since the bondage gear was all mine, she left it, along with one of the Polaroids of my final, 11 inch erection.

Just then, I heard a dull thud outside. In the distance, fireworks were going off. “ Mmmm. There’s my cue. Do you want to cum one last time as a man?”

I nodded weakly, knowing I was at her mercy. She smiled straddling me and rubbing her dripping cunt against my cock. She placed the head at the entrance to her beautiful cunt, and rocked forward until I almost penetrated Or maybe you’d like my ass, she said turning away, and pressing the fat head of my cock against her puckered hole. Again, she pressed backwards against my cockhead. I felt the bud of her anus beginning to open like a flower around my swollen helmet. And then she pulled away. “Well you’re never gonna fuck again, so I guess it wouldn’t be fair to let you have it one last time.” She began to suck me, my hips arching forward. as she deep throated my cock once, her throat muscles contracting around my swollen head as she swallowed me whole, then eased back up. “Well, that’s no good either. I don’t want to risk wetting the sexecution device. She began to stroke my rod with her leather gloved hand. My hips arched forward, as I began to climb towards my final orgasm. From time to time as she stroked, she would give the head a suck. “Come on stud, you can’t hold out forever. Once the fireworks show reaches the grand finale, I’m lighting the fuse, ready or not!”

I was now fully into the scene, almost forgetting the reality of the game. I tightened my buttocks, thrusting forward into her gloved hand again and again, in an effort to reach my crest before it was too late. She leaned forward, letting me pump between her huge breasts. My body was floating on waves of ecstasy as she rode my cock between her breasts, in one hand a burning cigarette, the other busily stroking her own pussy. I was almost there, almost there. She rose to her knees, as a rumble began outside. The finale, my finale was here. She leaned forward, tongue flickering over my cockhead, as her gloved hand coaxed the first and last exquisite spurt of cum from my cock, my beautiful cock. “Goodbye,” she said. I watched cum arc towards my belly, simultaneously seeing the cigarette bearing hand reach forward, my screams of pleasure and terror muffled in the hood as she touched the fuse.

Time stood still as she rose, eyes fixed on my meat, three fingers ramming desperately into her cunt, the other hand twisting her nipple. I felt the surge of my second huge spurt through my shaft, but before it cleared the tip, there was a huge bang, like a gunshot, and my beautiful, eleven inch cock dissolved into a pink mist, the last hot jet of cum mixing with a shower of shredded flesh and blood. Julia’s eyes focused upon the bloodied stump where my beautiful manhood once lived, an her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to cum.

The paramedics saved my life, but not my cock. Each month that goes by, my balls get heavier, and I still run into old lovers who want my “huge cock” again. So do I. As for Julia, she’s utterly disappeared. But I saw the look on her face, the ecstasy as she lit the fuse, and the blinding power of her orgasm. She’s out there, and I know she’ll do anything to have that feeling again… Be careful who you let tie you down